Intruders, Strangers and the Attic Room
Intruders, Strangers And The Attic Room
Intruders in the parlour,
Strangers at the door,
Shut me in the attic room,
It's you they're looking for.
Shut me in the attic room
As you did when I was young,
When intruders and strangers
Upon the doorbell rung.
When intruders and strangers
Into the parlour came
You shut me in the attic room
To play your dirty games.
You shut me in the attic room
To keep me out of the way,
Those men weren't my father
But they came round every day.
Those men weren't my father
It was you they were looking for,
Intruders and strangers
Came a looking for a whore.
Intruders and strangers,
A drunk, a soldier, a waif,
You locked me in the attic room
To try to keep me safe.
You locked me in the attic room
Thinking that it was kind,
Intruders in the parlour
Twisted my poor boys mind.
Intruders in the parlour,
Strangers at the door,
I locked you in the attic room,
It's me they're looking for.
I locked you in the attic room
Before you got too old,
Intruders and strangers
Will know your blood ran cold.
Intruders and strangers
Who never asked me why
I locked you in the attic room
Until the day you die.
I locked you in the attic room
You died there old and frail,
The intruders and strangers
Have locked me in this jail.
The intruders and strangers
That once my doorbell rang,
Stand beside the attic room
To watch a poor boy hang.
Copyright © Robert Horton | Year Posted 2015
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